Jesus will be disappointed next Tuesday.

We learned during the radio version of bible-dipping that the Lord will be returning to the general Nebraska area next Tuesday. Just so you know.

I just to don't see the Lord or Jen approving of the latest trend ripping through the Middle and probably the rest of the country. I know it's not just here in the Ha, because I know I have witnessed the baffling atrocity while driving on 94, so it can't be Ha/Bluffs specific. And I imagine that next weekend when I am trucking up 63 in Wisconsin I will see more - it seems Wisconsin appropriate...

Truck Nutz. That's right. I'm using a z because there is no other way.

For those of you who haven't had the pleasure, I will do my best to snap a photo today during my journey to the office. I can only hope that I get to choose the size and color of the Nutz that I have the joy of photographing.

Yeah.

What would make me especially happy is if I happen upon a vehicle with Truck Nutz in the parking lot of the Steak & Lube. I can't get my hopes up too much, but it could happen. And - I will dare to dream for a moment - what would be beyond fantastic is Truck Nutz on this fantastic Chevy that we passed on the way into the abyss of central Iowa - we saw this Chevy truck, one of those giant trucks and on the back gate(is that what it's called?) there was a beautiful silk screened picture of the same Chevy parked all bad-ass and sideways on the bluff of some cliff in the mountains of I'm guessing Montana or maybe Wyoming. It would be like having a picture of yourself framed on your wall and in the picture you were getting your picture taken. I don't know. I might have lost it there - but anyway, if that truck had Truck Nutz that would be great.

What?

Somewhere in Middle America there is a Horseshoe Casino. It’s a lovely establishment full of the usual Iowa/Nebraska-casino-going-types; which include a variety of combine drivers drinking beer in a can and millionaires blowing their money on icky women and craps…until last night. Last night we experienced the Asian Invasion.

At first, Jen and I kept smacking each other and we felt quite shamed by the fact that we pointed out the volume of Asians packed into this casino on a Sunday night in Iowa. We felt quite guilty until I just couldn’t stand it anymore so I asked one of the staffers – I asked what the happs were in The Roadhouse this evening that brought out such a crowd. That’s when the delightful little Vietnamese woman behind the counter squeeled ‘oh, it’s the Asian Invasion concert, Jiyn Duc Won is the headliner – he’s like the Justin Timberlake of Vietnam’.

Oh.

I still think my favorite part was the tall white guy in the middle of the sea of Asians with his bad haircut and bad suit. It was just bad.

And Jen got yelled at for peering in the window of the Roadhouse. It was wicked awesome.